We Must Boost the Signal, Page 47

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Having your body dissolved in more fun than sex.

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PAGE 47 (Four panels)

Panel One: View of Hope’s nude body drifting in a dark space. She has a blissful expression, and her body language is completely relaxed.

Caption: For a while I drift in a sort of happy daze. It feels for all the world like post-coital bliss.

Caption: Then, as if they are pushing themselves in, words enter my consciousness.

Panel Two: View of Dr. Xu, typing into the keyboard. We see his face full on, and many other lab-coated scientists in the background. Xu looks tense.

Caption: “Dr. Montclair? Are you there? Are we reaching you?”

Panel Three: Close-up of a screen that Dr. Xu can see. On it are printed out the words YES…I CAN HEAR YOU, DR. XU…AND I AM FINE.

Panel Four: Dr. Xu in the same position as we saw him in Panel Two, except that he is now sitting back and looking somewhat relaxed.

Caption: “We are glad to hear it, Dr. Montclair.”

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We Must Boost the Signal, Page 47 written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)

We Must Boost the Signal, Page 46

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Hope's brain is free at last.

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PAGE 46 (Single panel)

Single Panel: Hope’s brain and spinal cord, floating free in the tube.

Caption: Finally, liberation.

Caption: At least, that’s how I think of it if I want to put a positive spin on matters.

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We Must Boost the Signal, Page 46 written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)

We Must Boost the Signal, Page 45

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Memento mori

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PAGE 45 (Four panels)

Panel One: View of the top of the tank, into which large bubbles are streaming.

Caption: Gasses are released as my lungs and viscera rupture.

Panel Two: Hope’s skull floating obscured by something that looks like a cloud of reddish mist.

Caption: My blood spills out as major vessels are breached and lingers for a moment before it, too, is digested.

Panel Three: Hope’s heart, opened as if sectioned in an anatomical drawing.

Caption: My heart finally melts.

Panel Four: Hope’s skull, pieces of which are breaking away at the sutures, exposing brain beneath.

Caption: At last my hard skull is broken away.

License

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We Must Boost the Signal, Page 45 written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)